twenty-first rift

[chronosexual]

A dance, you say? This weekend? You couldn't pay me to stay away.

I feel it's a little redundant to ask, but would you like to do me the incredible honour of accompanying me to the dance, Ianto Jones?

[Private to Team TARDIS]

So. The Master's being convicted of murder. Anyone else completely not surprised?

What are we going to do with him?

Comments

[stopwatchesandcoffee]

You can count on it, Jack Harkness.

[chronosexual]

I feel like I've got to make up for Valentine's Day somehow.

Do you take a boutonnière or corsage?

[stopwatchesandcoffee]

Not sure a corsage would look very good with a suit.

[chronosexual]

Don't be modest. You could make anything look good.

[stopwatchesandcoffee]

Might be best if we stick to the boutonnières. No chocolates this time.

[chronosexual]

You're right. Wine is much more romantic. Though if you'd like, I still have some chocolate leftover from my valentine's day plans. It doesn't come in a box, if that helps.

[stopwatchesandcoffee]

Only if it did not come from that Chocolatier.

The wine does sound nice, though. After the dance.

[chronosexual]

Nope. It came from a different kind of store, so I can assure you that it's safe.

I'm sure I can send over some product samples

[stopwatchesandcoffee]

I don't think that will be necessary

[chronosexual]

Oh fine. You're no fun.

[stopwatchesandcoffee]

That is not what you said last night [Jack might be rubbing off on him, but then that would open up a whole new line of innuendo.]

[lone-defender.livejournal.com]

Who?